I spend a lot of time sleeping on the couch. Not because we’re fighting but because I find it hard to sleep in bed so many nights. After sleepless minutes turn into hours, there comes a point when I can no longer sleep in bed. I know I will not fall asleep in that room and I head to the couch. It’s like there’s some sort of bad karma floating around the room from not being able to fall asleep and I need a clean sweep in another room, on another piece of furniture. If I stay and somehow do manage to fall asleep, it will be fitful and restless.
Sometimes I think it hurts Ryan’s feelings but it has nothing to do with him. It’s feng shui or maybe just superstitious. I don’t know why; I just know I have to move so I do. Then I fall asleep peacefully on the couch. At least until the cats bother me and I go back to the bed where the bad karma has cleared.